The corpses of two Lotus-Planting Realm Demon Kings were dragged right into the Liangzhou Regional Command, plain as day.
The visual impact along the way was enormous.
Where else would the common folk have seen such colossal creatures?
They were all frightened, yet excited.
As if it were New Year, they trailed behind, pointing and whispering.
Some were even bold enough to try sneaking over to pick up the dragon scales that had fallen to the ground while the Demon Suppression Guards weren't looking.
Naturally, they got a thorough beating for it.
Only after the two hill-sized corpses had been pushed into a specially built ice cellar and the black-iron doors sealed did Wei He finally let out a long breath.
Inside the Regional Command's main hall.
Wei He watched the young woman sitting in the seat of honor, drinking tea as if nothing had happened, and couldn't help giving a bitter smile.
"Commander, what should we do with these two Demon King corpses?"
Jiang Yuechu set down her teacup and asked in confusion, "What should we do? Didn't we bring them back already? We'll handle them the same way we always have."
Wei He's mouth twitched.
That was all well and good.
But these were Demon Kings of the Lotus-Planting Realm!
Forget their dragon scales, hard as iron.
Even their dragon hide couldn't be cut by ordinary iron, not even after they were dead.
Wei He carefully chose his words.
"My lady, though these two demons are dead, their residual power remains. The people of our Liangzhou Regional Command... I'm afraid they're simply not up to the task."
"Besides..."
Wei He paused, looking a little awkward.
"If we mishandle materials this precious, it would be a terrible waste."
"Across the entire Great Tang, I'm afraid no one but the